Flea markets have always been an odd sort of place, from legitimate vendors to questionable second hand stuff. Hand made crafts and piles of old car parts. Where one table is selling kids toys and the one right next to it has ninja stars and guns for sale.
The true flea market seems to be a dying cultural thing, where you almost feel like you are stepping into a foreign world when you step in. Strange and exotic things offered up for your business, by interesting folks. I always feel like it's like steping into a strange parallel world Neil Gaiman would have thought up, like in American Gods or Neverwhere.
The last real Flea Market I went too was years ago, outside of stockton at some fairground. We got there late and we got to join some of the vendors in beers, when there happened to be a traveling minor league pro-wrestling bout going on, so we got to enjoy that, between stepping outside and watching people pull in and set up camp for the tractor pull the next day.
It's not my world. It's not a world I would want to live in, but I certainly enjoy visiting it. I'm hoping this weekend affords me a chance to step into this wonderfully weird world for a bit.